Not About the Running

 

It’s not really about the running.

It’s about the quiet darkness,

The fleeting magic of a sunrise.

It’s about the warm sun on your skin

It’s about the breeze brushing your cheeks, your hair. 

It’s about the friendly chatter

About the deepest sharing.

It’s about the gratitude 

For the movement, your breath, your life.

It’s not really about the running

It’s about a question

Is it in me?

It’s about the voices around you, reassuring, building you up,

Becoming the voice inside you.